Evie had realized some time after her conversation with Boyd that when the girl had said send him home, she probably meant just that-- Nicky coming home by himself. By that time though, she had guessed that he was already on his way and turning on her cell phone meant either getting a half-assed useless explanation from Jack or not getting anything at all. She didn't know which would be worse and she didn't like that she cared, so she stayed where she was, lying on her bed and throwing a tennis ball against the wall, hoping that he would get home okay. If it took more than a half an hour she would try him and in the meantime, she could annoy the hell out of whoever was in 1203 at the moment. At this point, she would love the fight.
Her music was loud enough that she didn't hear Nick come in until he called her name and it drifted into a lull somewhere in the middle of the refrain. Ripping her earbuds out and tossing her iPod onto her bed, she flung herself out of her room and into him, hugging him tightly. "Nicky!" As usual, her first reaction was relief, that he was back and safe and here. In ten years never seeing him, she had developed a strong suspicion that one day she was going to turn around and he wouldn't be there anymore.
It wasn't long though before her grip loosened and she stepped back, gathering up the anger that had dissipated for a few moments to where it floated around her again, steaming, but with no particular target. "What were you thinking?!"